The things we do!

SCENA 3.

_Enter the Lord de Averne, his Lady,
Dennis and the waytinge mayde_.
_Lord Av_. Are all thinges redye as I gave in chardge?
_Denys_. Redy, syr.
_Lord Av_. Inoughe; and you deliver'd it
To his owne hands?
_Mayde_. I did.
_Lord Av_. Howe did hee tak't?
_Mayde_. With smiles and seeminge joy.
_Lord Av_. Sorrowe and shame
I feare will bee the sadd end on't.
_Lady Av_. Syr, you'r troubled.
_Lord Av_. I would not have you so; pray, to your rest;
You shall remove mee from all jelosyes
If you betake you to your sowndest sleeps,
And without more inquiry.
_Lady Av_. Syr, remember
That all offences are not woorthy deathe:
Fellowny, murder, treason and such lyke
Of that grosse nature maye be capitall;
Not folly, error, trespasse.
_Lord Av_. You advyse well,
Lett mee advyse you lyke-wyse: instantly
Retyre in to your chamber, without noyse
Reply or question, least part of that rage
Is bent gainst him you turne upon your self,
Which is not for your safety.
_Lady Av_. Syr, good night. [_Exit_.


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